#levi x erwin fic

[rivangel]

hhhhhhhh random eruri smut!

//edging, praise, bindings (wrists+blindfold), top!erwin, dumbification, crying, anal play, anal sex | 1.3k

the silk that blinds Levi’s eyes to the rope tying his wrists behind his head to the gag stuffed in his cheeks is all the same shade of stark white. however the blindfold is splotched grey from sweat and tears.

he’s bare, exposed, and pinned in place by Erwin, straddling his big thighs that are spread parallel to his hips. despite all of his weight on top, Levi’s bruised thighs twitch and shake. he earns a sharp jolt each time he taps the wet tip of Levi’s thick cock. it’s bright red, bordering on purple and much too swollen not to be painful.

Erwin gives him this slight bit of attention at random intervals as he goes on praising him in a honeyed tone, as he has for ages now, and admiring Levi’s body with his hands. at this point, he moans and leans up into any touch, and practically squeaks when Erwin remembers his needy little cock.

hours’ worth of lust and need has drooled down Levi’s plump cock, to pool in the dark field of fine hair below. it’s been some time since he cleaned it up with his tongue, but he’s never given Levi's cock his mouth.

Levi trembles as Erwin’s palms slide up the soft slopes of his pecs, also bruised from Erwin’s mouth, pushing them together and raking his nails down, leaving pink streaks in his wake. Levi shivers the whole time.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Levi. Especially like this.”

Levi croons, his hips jerking as Erwin taps again. he’s earned a whole new agonized whine as Erwin takes one of Levi’s hard nipples between his teeth, nipping, almost biting.

and he surges forward so violently that Erwin pulls away altogether. just so he doesn’t come.

he’s left high and dry again, and Levi’s frustration shows. not the first sob wracks his chest as his head tips back.

“you’re gorgeous,” Erwin corrects. “you know… i’d love to sit here and watch you forever.”

he shivers even audibly, and Erwin observes the state of his desperation again. his twitchy cock is bordering on purple now, and a thick stream of cum has oozed down his heavy balls. Erwin easily imagines how much it hurts.

“this looks painful. is it?”

he lifts them up in his palm, and Levi’s thighs tense like iron. he can imagine Levi’s eyes rolling back as he takes great gasps for air, mixing with his whiny voice.

“you can’t even answer me. there’s not a thought left in you, is there?” he remarks. “this is what you wanted—are we done?”

Levi tosses his head fitfully. his thickly packed muscles ripple and tense as he does his damndest to arch up towards him, which he can’t do nearly at all.

he’s been so sweetly cruel, and he knows that. when they retired to their quarters tonight, Levi told him—make me stop thinking. and Erwin has. he will do more to him.

if, Levi ever wanted to pause or object, he could by knocking on the wall. he never has, and knowing how much Levi is enjoying being tortured like this as much as Erwin enjoys torturing him turns him on so much that Erwin’s threats of stopping sound just as much of a lie as they really are.

he lets Levi’s balls go and, with one fingertip, strokes the center gently up and down, down through his taint to his slick pink hole. Levi’s cock bobs the whole time. he’s practically vibrating with pleasure until Erwin presses in with three fingers, and Levi’s crying out all over again.

Erwin hums softly with yearning and satisfaction. it’s loose, him having played with it the most for a purpose Levi will understand soon.

with his free hand, he pinches one of his nipples to get his attention. Levi groans, his jaw grinding on the gag. he’s always so sensitive, so reactive, but this is almost uncharacteristic of him. Erwin savors every second.

“I have a plan for you now. I’ve enjoyed listening to you cry. Have you enjoyed me?”

“Mmph, mmph, mm…!”

“It requires you to lay still and take every drop of my cum inside you—can you do that?”

he moans. panting beats out between his teeth as his nostrils flare. his whole body arches up toward him, an answer in of itself. he’s like a wire threatening to snap at any moment. he whines almost constantly, quieting to take another breath.

Erwin puts his fist around his own cock as he watches Levi needing him. he takes a mental picture of him so debauched. he came once, and the proof is streaked all over Levi’s chest and face, but he still can’t go for too long.

Erwin gasps faintly. he’s ready, and they both can hear it. it’s obvious what he’s doing, and so (not for the first time), Levi whines at a pained pitch, pulling helplessly at his restraints.

“gods. you’re my good boy, Levi, do you know that?”

Levi’s cock throbs before his eyes, and with that, Erwin makes a place between his shaking thighs. for the moment he’s not touching him, Levi squirms in his direction, whimpering on bated breath. with his every defense stripped away, Erwin gets to see him like this.

“shh… i couldn’t leave you like this even if i resisted.”

his heart begins to pound as he bends Levi’s legs back. because of his flexibility, he has no problem being bent in half, leaving him as exposed to him as he possibly could be. he’s the most beautiful thing.

he strokes his thighs down to the curve of his ass as Erwin guides his tip to his puckered hole. even when he’s ready, Levi is just so small in comparison to him and his cock. it’s twitching in anticipation.

it’s quivering so tight. feeling its heavy heat breach his rim, Levi does everything in his power to get closer, which is nothing.

groaning, Erwin swallows Levi’s heavy cock in his fist, just holding as, in one single powerful thrust, he fills him up the brim. the resounding clap hits all four walls, Levi’s back snaps off the mattress, and with a feral shout his toes curl.

it pulses in his fist, and finally, finally Levi screams when he falls over the edge, assaulted by the duel sensations of Erwin’s fist pumping his cock, and Erwin pumping his own in rough, rapid strokes. he goes so tight, Erwin feels hot all over as his jaw drops open.

Levi’s explosion of a climax shoots as far as his heaving chest, violence to his writhing. he comes so hard and seizes so rapidly that it almost gives the illusion of holding still, not that he’s drowning in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck—” Erwin rams into him and moans, not heard over Levi’s voice “—good boy.”

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[luverine]

𓇢𓆸 Ache

Mdni

Every waking moment is torture around you, away from you even.

He looks at you across the dining room, your smile, body, mind, energy. He can’t help himself.

Admiration is one thing but he is devoted to you, though you have no idea, his heart aches In silence.

The air from his lungs feels foreign, his mind is consumed by thoughts of you, his body craves your touch.

At night the yearning is unbearable, the room feeling too cold and too warm without you, he’d do anything, anything for you to give him a sliver of a chance at your love.

You look back at him in the dining room, your hands tremble,he’s so intimidating, so distant, yet you’d do unspeakable things, just to call him yours.

If only.

Levi, Erwin, Jean, Reiner, Leon, König, Aizawa

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[wrongeruris]

levi: (staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night)

erwin: you okay?

levi: just thinking about the time when i was a kid and kenny told me that i’ll grow up to be gay

erwin: and?

levi: he was right

[ragemuffin]

Every slow burn Eruri fanfic be like

[snowydandruff]

"I may not be the happiest person in the world, but I felt like one when you said you were happy to see me, even if you didn’t say it with such words, but I saw the way you looked at me when you found me in the crowd. You smiled, and it made strangers know I was loved."

[gallery-of-writing]

Imagine going to the Underground with Erwin to bring in Levi

“The plan is simple,” Section Commander Erwin Smith announces. “We travel to the Underground where we flush out Levi and his accomplices. According to our sources, he is working with two people, and all three of them are equipped with stolen ODM gear.”

Miche, Thomas and I stand in front of a tunnel that presumably leads to the Underground, a city constructed in a cave right beneath the Capitol city, Mitras. I have been part of Erwin’s squad for a while now, and I’m grateful for his elaborate plans that saved me from the titan’s grasps many times. While Erwin briefs us about our strategy today, I can’t help staring at the barely illuminated staircase that leads into the ground, and the longer I keep staring, the bigger the dreadful feeling grows in the pit of my stomach.

Are people really living under the ground?

“They are highly skilled with their stolen ODM gear, so be careful!” Erwin’s voice pulls me back to reality before the dread can creep into every fibre in my body.

He signals for us to follow him, and we begin our descent to the Underground.

After a few turns in the staircase, we reach the gigantic cavern which functions as shelter for houses and a few town squares. The town looks oddly similar to any other town you would usually see above the ground, except for the massive pillars scattered around the houses. Chills run down my spine as I marvel at the illuminated streets in front of me.

“Keep moving.” Erwin instructs us.

He guides us towards one of the tallest buildings in the area, and we take our places on the roof. From this position we should be able to spot anyone using ODM gear to fly through the streets below. After a few minutes of carefully watching over the town, my eyelids start becoming heavier and I can’t help yawning every two seconds, as if my perception of time has been thrown off by the constant darkness in this place. It must be so weird to live here.

“Over there!” Miche yells, startling me out of my drowsy state.

He points his sword towards one of the streets below, where three civilians equipped with our gear are indeed being chased by Military Police officers, zigzagging through the buildings with great speed.

“After them!” Erwin commands as he jumps off the roof. I quickly follow him, activating my own ODM gear.

Despite being untrained, the three criminals move increadibly fast, making it almost impossible for us to catch up to them. One of them knocks over a supply crate, scattering all of its contents in the air in front of the MPs. They get thrown out of balance by the numerous vegetables hitting them in the face, while we fly over them with ease. To my surprise, a flash of white flies past me in the opposite direction, which I recognize as one of the criminals we are supposed to be chasing after. I adjust the controllers as fast as I can, turning around mid air, barely avoiding the brick wall behind me. That bastard!

We all manage to avoid hitting the wall, and we resume pursuing the criminals. At the following intersection they separate, each going in a different way. Erwin and I fly straight ahead after the one with the loose white shirt, while Miche and Thomas go after the two others.

“Go above the houses!” Erwin instructs me. “I will follow him through the streets.”

“Yes, sir!”

I maneuver high above the roofs, maintaining visual contact with the white shirt that easily stands out from the grey surroundings. He breaks into the house at the end of the street through one of the windows, and I navigate over to the other side of that street, looking for the place where he might emerge. I find a small ventillation gap to the street on the right.

“Section Commander!” I yell to get Erwin’s attention, and I point my sword to the vent.

Erwin gives me a quick nod, and we maneuver ourselves to that spot. A few moments later, he indeed shows up from the vent, breaking through it with breakneck speed. He certainly knows how to take advantage of his stolen ODM gear.

Erwin tries to break his momentum, but the criminal is faster than him and he changes his course. I engage my gear to follow him, but he disappears under a tunnel. Relying on instinct, I lunge towards the end of that tunnel, praying that I get to him right when he emerges. I really don’t want to crash into the bricks.

We arrive at the end of the tunnel at the same time, and I manage to catch him off guard as I harshly knock into him. We both crash into the ground below.

Disregarding my aching joints, I roll over to stand up as quickly as I can, coming face to face with him. We are roughly the same hight, his dark blue eyes bear into mine with fury I haven’t seen before. He lunges at me with a pocket knife, which I swiftly block with my own blade.

He moves with incredible speed and precision, shortly making me exhausted from parrying all his attacks. After a dangerously close encounter with his knife, Erwin jumps protectively in front of me, knocking the criminal a few steps back.

When Erwin pins him against the wall behind him, I let out a sigh of relief, the fatigue setting into my muscles after the chase and all the fighting.

“Stop! Look around you.” Erwin orders just as Miche and Thomas turn the corner with the other criminals in cuffs. Miche has a hard time keeping the brunette girl in place, who trashes against his hold, demanding to be set free. The pale blonde guy stays silent while his eyes dart between the guy in the white shirt and us.

Seeing his accomlices brought in, the last criminal drops his knife in defeat.

“Seems you posess sound judgement.” Erwin comments as they both take a step backwards.

I reach for the handcuff in my pocket, walking behind the criminal while he continues glaring at the section commander. After I put his hands in a tight bind, I take his sleeve and he obediently follows me as I lead him next to his little squad, nicely lined up in front of Erwin with Miche standing behind them threateningly. I put my hands on his shoulders to push him down to kneel as the other two, then I walk over to Thomas who stands a bit further on the side, his hand hovering near his sword handles as if he was expecting the criminals to try and escape from us.

“I have some questions for you three.” Erwin says in his polite yet firm tone. “How did you obtain your ODM gear?”

Unsurprisingly, none of them give him an answer.

“You’re quite skilled with maneuvering with it…” Erwin continues, “who was it that tought you how?”

Erwin crouches down in front of the guy with the white shirt, the one I cuffed a minute ago. “I take it you’re the group’s leader? Just how much military training do you have?”

The supposed leader only growls in response, his bangs hanging over his eyes as he keeps his head low. Erwin glances up at Miche, who seems to understand the message as he grabs the criminal’s hair in the back, and forcefully pushes him down. His face lands in the puddle in front of him with a loud splash.

“YOU JERK!” The brunette girl screams at him, wriggling against her own binds as she sends a fiery glare at Miche.

“I’ll ask you once again,” Erwin states completely ignoring the girl, “who trained you in the use of ODM gear?”

“None of us were trained, okay?” The blonde guy finally speaks up, his voice trembling as he sends a worried glance at the guy struggling against Miche’s hold. “We taught ourselves!”

“That’s scarcely possible. I don’t believe you!”

“Yeah? Well, the definition of possible changes when you tryin’ to survive in a dump like this. But unless you know what sewage tastes like, I doubt that’s something you’d understand…”

“Tell that bag of yours to let Levi go already!” The girl shouts at Erwin. “You can’t just torture people in the streets!”

They have a good point. We don’t exactly come off as the good guys right now and we have no idea what it’s like living in this dump. Staying here for a few hours was enough to get me in an agitated state, an animalistic instinct prickling under my skin, constantly urging me to get out of here as fast as possible.

The one called Levi turns his face to shoot the most disgusted look towards us. I take a step towards Miche, ready to get him off of the guy he’s straddling, completely aware how that means going against my own section commander’s orders. Yet, Miche lifts his face from the ground on his own, allowing the criminal to breathe freely again. I halt my movements, earning a curious look from the brunette girl.

“I’m Section Commander Erwin Smith of the Scouts. What’s your name?”

“Levi.”

Erwin’s voice softens as he stares into the criminal’s furious eyes. “Levi, I’d like to offer you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“I’ll overlook your various crimes and you lend me your strength and skill. As members of the Scout Regiment.”

His eyes widen at this revelation. As do mine, since Erwin conveniently left this crucial part out of the plan he shared with us before the mission. Sure, these guys are great at maneuvering, but is that a good enough reason to enlist them without any formal training?

“And if I refuse?”

“We’ll give you to the MPs,” Erwin says standing up from his kneeling position. “You’ve been thorns in their side for some time. So if you go that route, I doubt you and your comrades will receive decent treatment. The choice is yours, so pick a path!”

“Alright, fine.” Levi says defeatedly. “If that’s how it is, then we’ll join the damn scouts…”

Our three new recruits reluctantly hand over their stolen ODM gear before they reluctantly sit on the transpont wagon. The brunette girl stares at her confiscated gear with a red face, holding back her anger no doubt.

“You’ll be given proper ones at headquarters.” I reassure her as I mount my own horse. Her eyes perk up at the thought, but as if remembering that she was supposed to be angry, she shifts her gaze down to her lap.

The ride towards the Scout’s Headquarters goes relatively undisturbed. Thomas guides the wagon with the new recruits and our supplies, while the rest of us follow them on horseback. I ride on the wagon’s left side, giving me the perfect opportunity to occasionally steal glances at the strange trio. The blonde guy and the girl sit right in my line of sight, but Levi sits with his back turned to me. From what I could tell so far, the two boys are around my age, maybe a few years older, but the girl is significantly younger, perhaps only a teenager, eighteen at best. They sit in the wagon without saying a word, staring into the distance.

I accidentally lock eyes with the girl and I send her a bright, encouraging smile. Her eyes widen, a curious sparkle crossing through her green eyes as she continues staring at me. It’s a start.

“What’s your name?” I ask her, hoping to break the tension a little bit.

“Isabel.” She answers slowly, glancing at the boys as is she wasn't sure whether she’s allowed to talk to me.

“Nice to meet you, Isabel. My name is Y/N!”

“What are you doing?” Miche’s gruff voice cuts through our conversation. “Why are you so friendly with them?”

I turn my head to send him a glare. It’s not like we are forbidden from talking…

Turning back to Isabel, I gesture towards the blonde guy riding behind the wagon. “That grumpy guy is called Miche. The one at the front of the wagon is Thomas, and Section Commander Erwin has already introduced himself.”

Thomas turns back to give them a small smile, and Erwin gives them a court nod from the other side of the wagon.

Isabel erupts into a bright smile as she throws her arm around the blonde guy sitting next to her. “This is Furlan! And that’s my big bro Levi!”

She points to the black haired guy sitting in front of her. He sits with his arms crossed over his chest, and from what I could see he didn’t move a single muscle ever since we began our journey. I imagine he has the same grumpy scowl as he did when I cuffed him in the Underground.

“Nice to meet you all!” I greet them, matching the enthusiasm in Isabel’s voice. “Have you ever been above the ground?”

“No, we could never afford it.” Isabel says looking down at her feet, and the cheerful conversation turns sour as soon as she stops smiling. “OW! What was that for?”

Levi has kicked Isabel’s shin, eliciting a loud groan from the girl. I can’t help but chuckle at their childish bickering.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about that,” I reassure them, trying to lift their spirits a little. “What matters is that you are here now. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah,” Isabel says as the excited sparkle returns in her eyes. “Where are we going now? Is it far?”

“We are headed towards the Scouting Regiment’s Headquarters inside Wall Rose. We still have at least a few hours of riding ahead of us, but we should arrive by dinnertime at the latest.”

“That’s too long!” She slumps in her seat with an exaggerated sigh. ”I thought we’d go somewhere nearby!”

“Oi, stop whining already! And you—” Levi turns his head pointedly towards me, the annoyed scowl indeed showing up on his face as he fixes me with an irritated glare. “You talk too much!”

I stare into his icy glare for a second before I burst out laughing. Miche chuckles along with me, and from the corner of my eye I even catch a glimpse of a smile on Erwin’s face.

“You are not the first one to tell me that.” I say after calming down a bit.

Glancing into Levi’s perplexed expression almost sends me into another fit of giggles, but I try to contain it for his sake.

“You know,” Miche says teasingly with his wolfish grin, “I could get used to you talking less.”

“Well, too bad! All of you are stuck with me!” I exclaim performing my best maniacal laugh.

While everyone bursts out laughing, I turn my attention back to Levi, who is the only one not smiling. We stare at each other for a second, before I give him a sweet smile, hoping he understands that I mean no harm. In response he turns his back to me, but I could have sworn that I saw his expression soften a bit before he crosses his arms against his chest once more.

[naussensei]

Me: “Omg maybe I exaggerated Eruri’s height/size difference”

Eruri: *literally looks like his in official art and canon*

Me: “Never mind”

[neeneee]

“I got premium air” prank on some of the AOT boys

This may be ooc but idc, let’s just pretend this is what they’d be like if they weren’t all incredibly traumatized from a young age, k? Thx. Xoxo

[glorifiedcrawfish]

what if I was writing an eruri omegaverse au set in canon what then

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[prostoshtyka]

I'd like to say that I'm coming back to my eruri era...... But that's not true..... im always in my eruri era

[rivangel]

how about Erwin comforting Levi after their first time because he's sore and a bit frazzled and overwhelmed by the whole experience?

yesyesyesyesyes

//no warnings

He’s alarmed by his own anxiety and even embarrassment, which fuels the shame welling up deep inside. A moment ago it was—it was fucking amazing, Erwin between his legs and his mouth on him. Actually… he’d never felt so good as when Erwin was on top of him, caging him in without a modicum of space between them, when they grounded through their pants until they both came.

So then why does it feel so easy to shatter? Turmoil fits Levi’s prior ideas about this, while Erwin taught him and reassured him over and over again long before that it wouldn’t be the case.

Something must be wrong with him.

All this goes through his mind before he’s even caught his breath. He drapes his arm over his face, vividly aware of how hard his thighs are shaking, and then Erwin’s big hands soothing them away.

What do they do now? Erwin asked him not to use his prior knowledge for anything between them, but it’s all Levi has. No one ever stayed unless, he knows now, a customer paid more. He remembers hiding and loathing that stretch of minutes, because it was quiet, but she hadn’t come to let him out of the cabinet.

He wants Erwin to stay.

"Levi, are you alright?”

His urgent tone makes Levi tense. He turns his head away, lowering his arm a little. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been saying your name. Was it too much?"

Erwin lays a sheet over their lower halves before making a place down beside him. Physically, they can’t hide anything from each other, although, Erwin has respectfully left a little space between them.

Levi struggles with everything else. He's not sure how to answer that, but he isn’t sure how to change the subject, either. He shouldn’t. He can’t.

Erwin touches his elbow, very gently bringing his face back into view. As he sees their dim bedroom and the cool air touches his hot face, he realizes his eyes are wet.

"Levi..." he says quietly. “I need you to talk to me.”

“It’s fine.”

A beat of quiet. He elaborates.

“It’s something about how good… it was. I didn’t expect that. Don’t take any of this for something I didn’t like,” he explains lamely. “It’s… I really don’t know how to get it across to you.”

“You don’t need to. It’s an intense feeling.” Erwin, holding his cheek, directs Levi back towards him, gazing deep into his eyes. “There’s nothing I can’t understand about you.”

Suddenly he wants to be much closer to him, and so, he winds his fingers through Erwin’s wrecked hair and brings him down for a kiss that is just as intense as what he described. Erwin tilts his head, holds his jaw in place and kisses back with such sincerity that Levi needs to be much closer.

Their legs intertwine, their bare bodies touch. Levi finds himself being led down onto his back.

Levi opens his eyes, fascinated by the mix of fear and infatuation roiling in his chest. He’s never felt like this. A beat later, Erwin peers gently down at him, and some kind of understanding passes between them, which appears to convict Erwin.

He pecks his lips, once, twice, while Levi mumbles, “Stay.”

“Can I?” he teases.

“For a bit,” he teases back.

He drapes his arm across Levi’s waist as he brings Erwin’s head to rest on his chest. It comes naturally, like everything else does.

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[zoozvie]

Thinking about...

royalty au

—༺♔༻—༺♕༻—༺♘༻—

♚King Erwin and ♛Queen Reader have been together ruling for some time. As usual history, the king seeks affairs and luckily doesn't cause a scandal by seeking outside of the royal court. The queen stays reserved and quiet about it, not seeing a point in arguing with something that she cannot change, sometimes it hurts more to lose your status than to not have any to begin with. Until she meets the newly appointed ♞knight that Erwin seems infatuated with, Levi.

Levi and the Queen have some meetings, he's not her personal guard but he's someone Erwin trusts the most for reasons no one in the castle knows. Levi and the Queen intrigue each other. He may have low expectations for her character, as he does with anyone from high society but she was chosen as Queen for a reason.

Unfortunately, it's time for Erwin and the Queen to try for an heir again, and she (self-deprecatingly) suggests bringing Levi into the bedroom to keep Erwin’s interest through the act. However, Levi ends up giving her a lot of attention, almost showing her off to the King, and the Queen learns new things about her husband through his and Levi’s dynamic as well as a newfound appreciation to be cherished and seen as herself.

It seems there are many things about the three of them that everyone has yet to learn.

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Note: I do not mean to insinuate that Erwin is a gay man who is being turned into liking women or anything (especially during pride month) Erwin is just infatuated with Levi and I can relate. Cheating sucks but in a monarchy, there's definitely tons on the King's plate as well as the shitty culture surrounding "a man's needs" and acceptance of affairs as an outlet. Finding Levi and Levi being more appreciative of the queen is for the better of all of them once they start working together. But def angst and miscommunication probably.

[wrongeruris]

levi: i think i’m ready to take our relationship to the next level

erwin: (pleasantly surprised) oh - oh, okay

levi: okay. i’ll go and get the vodka and you go get the uno deck

erwin: oh. okay.

[syoish-aot]

This is the first time I've ever written Erwin and I-

(modern verse, reader is the teenage daughter of Erwin and Levi, Levi does not approve of her dating Eren)

"What exactly is a... raw dog?"

Someone save this man from himself.

Reader is so fucking sassy and I adore her.

[chaotic-on-main]

Epilogue

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence, light assault, eventual smut

☾ Author's note ➼ Heeeeyy I'm back. If you haven't had an eye on my masterlist for Unspoken Words, you might have missed that I've been working on an epilogue. SURPRISE. If you have, then here it is lol. I am OFFICIALLY done with UW and I'm so sad about it. ALSO for some reason my tumblr app hates me and any time I italicize a line, it italicizes the entire paragraph and I have no idea why. As always, the sign language lines are marked with ' and speaking lines marked with ".

Thank you to anyone who has taken time out of their lives to read my "little" story. I enjoyed writing about this little world and I could not be happier to know that most of you liked reading it. I appreciate you more than you know. Can you believe this is around 100k words? Crazy. Anyways, I'm gonna go write some more, I'll see ya around! <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~4k

Reddish-orange leaves dance in a unique ballet number past the window you were currently staring out of. You can't keep your fingers from picking at the sleeves of your wool sweater as you wait for your speech therapist to come and get you from the semi-quiet lobby. The only noises you hear comes from the reception desk and the TV mounted opposite of the couch you were waiting on. The weather channel calls for a beautiful weekend with warmer than usual temperatures – which is good considering Halloween is tomorrow.

A side door leading to the back offices opens up, and your name is called from a stout brunette woman with large rimmed glasses and a kind smile. She holds it open as she beckons you forward, and you don't hesitate to smile back as you pick up your bag and make your way through the door and down the familiar hall on her heels.

You’ve been seeing Dr. Boreal for about almost two years now. You started speech therapy shortly after starting trauma therapy – something they had recommended. You weren't quick to decline the suggestion, but you'd be lying if you said you had ever thought about taking back your speech. Some time in your youth, you just assumed it was gone forever. That it was something that couldn't be fixed.

According to Dr. Foust, your trauma therapist, the speech block was mental. Therefore, it was something that could be explored and possibly broken through.

When he had said that, you had newfound hope and suddenly a silent goal to work towards.

It's like clockwork the way you stepped into Dr. Boreal's navy blue office, stepping over to the right and onto the plush cream colored couch meant just for patients. On the walls of her office sits multiple picture frames and motivational posters, all with smiles and bright colors. Her dark curtains sit parted, letting in the afternoon autumn sun that hits the wall next to you. You watch as she grabs the folder with your name on it before sitting in her large red chair and smiling over to you.

“So, how have you been? How was your trip with Levi?”

‘I’m doing well. And It was lovely! You were right, too. The road to Trost is gorgeous this time of year and the trees! So pretty.’ You think back at the little vacation Levi took you on just a week ago. He had taken the scenic route to the little town that you and he had rented a cabin in.

The leaves were at the end of their life and littered the ground wherever you went, crunching underneath your boots. Between the intimate moments and crisp atmosphere, it really was a magical time. Levi practically had to drag you back home.

On the way out, Levi found this adorable tea shop. It's not easy finding a place that made tea as well as he did, and of course he didn't say anything, but you could tell how much he enjoyed it. You won't soon forget the content on his normally stoic face. That reminds you of the little package snuggled in your purse so you reach down into it to pull out a small, rectangular tin.

‘I got this for you.’ You beam at her as you hand it over gently.

“Cranberry autumn tea?” She inspects the wording on the metal, hazel eyes glittering gold in the sunlight that reflects off the container. Her eyes shift to you as a grateful smile lights up her weathered face. “Oh you sweet thing, thank you so much. But you shouldn't have.”

‘As thanks for dealing with me.’ You laugh softly, leaning back into the plush couch.

“You know it's no problem. Even if I wasn't paid, I'd still enjoy your company.” She waves dismissively after setting her gift down on the table in front of her. “So, let's see where we left off last time.”

You pick at the edges of your sleeves once again as you watch her find the right place in her notes. Dr. Boreal is one of the kindest people you've had the pleasure of being around. Though she was being paid to help you, she always did so much more. She was patient with you when you struggled to get past certain goals, and when your voice hurt after a grueling session she would bring you herbal tea with honey to smooth the pain. Levi joked that you liked her tea more than his to which you always rolled your eyes at.

“Well you have made outstanding progress. Of course, there is still plenty we still need to work on. But you're doing well.” She looks down at her papers as she talks, the scratch of her pen fills the silence after she finishes. She looks back up to you. “Have you shown anyone your progress yet?”

Those around you are aware of your long journey through therapy. They even celebrated with you after one year - Hange's idea of course. Your sister couldn't hold it in when you had told them of the progress you've made and the goals you were looking forward to completing in the oncoming sessions.  

What they didn't know was that you were even in speech therapy, and how far in your speech recovery you were. Keeping it secret from Levi was getting harder with every passing week.

‘No, but I plan to soon, I promise.’ You pinch your lips together in a grimace. This has been a threat for the last 6 months but truthfully, you've been too scared to tell anyone. No, not scared. Nervous.

“Well, you know my stance on that. I’m sure they're going to be ecstatic, when you're ready to do so.” Dr. Boreal sets out a recorder to let you hear your voice the way she does, a tool you both found the most helpful when it came to fixing the areas that needed the most work. “Enough of that though, are you ready to start?”

With a confident smile, you open your mouth to speak.

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A few hours later, you find yourself home and in the kitchen with your mind in another dimension. You’re currently plating up a vegetable tray on a tupperware platter as autumnal lofi weaves through the room from the speakers behind you. You’re so focused on arranging your sliced up miscellaneous veggies that you don't hear the metal key in the front door and the light footsteps of your boyfriend coming home for the evening.

“Hey.” Levi mutters from behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing – not without difficulty, of course. You jump at his sudden proximity causing you to drop the chosen dipping sauces in the middle of the platter, disturbing the once perfect arrangement.

There's a soft sigh from you, but you feel the giddiness at the expected company fluttering in your stomach. Even after a few years, he still gives you that effect. You twist in his arms to face him, and his gray eyes are downturned in concern.  

“Are you okay? Was therapy too much today?” He lessens his grip on you so you can pull your hands up to sign.

Levi Ackerman’s raven hair is slicked back from him running his fingers through it, and the way that it stayed put and the sheen on the strands, you can tell it must be raining. You've been so fixated on making sure it looked good that you hadn't even noticed. His gaze stares into yours as he searches for what might be bothering you, so you give him a reassuring smile.

‘No, it was actually really good. She said I've made a lot of progress.’

“That's good. Did you come home late, or have you been working on this tray the whole time?” He glances over your shoulder at the vegetables now thrown about on the counter.

‘Yes and no. I decided to run by the farmers market for more options. But they didn't have anything we didn't already have.’ You explain, shrugging your shoulders.

The afternoon sun was so nice on your face that you would have been a fool to not take advantage of it - and it's a good thing you did. Your eyes slide to the water droplets that drip down on the outside of the living room windows.

“Hm. Well we need to leave for Hange's party soon and you're not dressed. Let me finish this for you and you go get ready.” He leans in to kiss your forehead before unraveling his arms and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You only roll your eyes but make your way to the back as he asked.

Hange's Halloween Bash is something they have been planning for about a year. The moment the decorations went on sale last winter, she snatched up what she could. She said something about starting a new tradition for her friends turned family. Levi wasn't as excited about the prospect of such a social gathering but you were, and that was enough to get him to go.

Not only were you able to get him to go, you were also able to talk him into dressing up with you.  

In front of the mirror, you finish tying up a black corset that wraps around your waist. It helps form-fit the blue long sleeve dress that drops down to your bare ankles with your pair of flats completing the look. You were almost ready – all that was left was the big blue bow that you pinned to the back of your head as best you could. You suppose for a makeshift Ariel, this would do just fine. You almost chuckle at the irony of the characters you suggested to Levi a month ago.

A girl who can't talk and a prince that loved her despite it.

You do a small twirl in the mirror to make sure everything looks right. You almost jump out of your skin at the sudden sight of the person standing in the doorway. Levi leans against the door frame, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk. His hands are in the pockets of his work clothes as he watches you intently, taking in the sight of you. With a hand over your heart, you give him a small frown.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” He doesn't sound sorry at all.

‘You are too quiet for your own good. One day you're going to scare me so bad that I'm going to punch you.’ You shake your head but smile anyways. You make your way to the closet to pull out Levi's costume for the night, making sure to grab the red waist sash that threatens to fall to the floor.

“You keep saying that.” He takes the hanger from you but not before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss. With a small laugh, you head out of the bedroom and down the hall back to the kitchen.

On your way there, you take a moment to glance at the framed photographs on the walls. Levi made sure to hang up the pictures he took from his apartment that he shared with Erwin as soon as you both moved in.

There was the one of him, Furlan, and Isabel as well as the one of him and Erwin on graduation day though Levi had persisted with Erwin to keep the latter. His blonde and blue eyed friend told him to take it as he had plenty more photos of the two he could hang up. That didn’t make Levi feel any better and it makes you wonder what photos Levi might be hiding from you.

Dispersed in between those are ones of you and Hange, and some with your shared circle of friends. The last one frames three photo strips next to each other. The first one is from your first Sakura Festival a few years ago where you sat on Levi's lap – both red faced and unaware of the extent of your affections for each other.

The other two are from the same photo booth, taken from the previous and current year. With each year, the smiles and looks of adoration grew. Both, luckily, were without the presence of your sister and Erwin. Surprisingly, it wasn't your idea to go back. As much as Levi did his best to hide his sentimental side, it was always present.  

When you get to the kitchen counter, you see the platter rearranged and closed up with the matching plastic lid. It looks perfect, even better than when you took a crack at it. You also see two cups of tea on the counter, both with steam rising up and dancing in the kitchen lights before dissipating into the air.

With a grin, you reach over to grab what you can only assume is yours based on the light color of your tea then walk around the island to sit on the bar stool, leaning on the counter with the mug in both hands. After your first sip, you sigh happily. It was one of the new teas Levi had brought back from the trip because he couldn't get enough of it. Earthy with hints of floral notes, topped with a citrusy zing.

When you start to wonder if Levi was okay, your eyes catch movement in the hallway. You watch Levi struggle with his sash, the soft grumbling of his irritation coming from under his breath as he tugs on it. Sometimes you never realize how hard it is to do something with less than the normal amount of fingers until it's forced upon you. Of course, Levi was never one to ask for help even after all these years.

Without a second thought, you stand up and make your way over to him. He doesn't fight as you take the fabric from his fingers and tighten it from the back. Tucked into the sash is a white blouse, loose enough to billow in the evening breeze. Black pants and matching boots fit snug against his lower half. When you're done, you turn him to face you to inspect the whole ensemble. With his hair properly slicked back, he was the perfect Prince Eric.

‘You look rather dashing, you know that?’

“Tch.” He rolls his eyes at you, but there's not a trace of annoyance radiating off of him. As much as he hates it, he loves you and would do anything you asked – within reason.

‘Are you almost ready to go?’

“In a few, I didn't just brew this for nothing.” He makes his way to the counter to grab his mug and instead of sitting, he stands propped up against the counter like you were but with his phone in hand.

“Your sister wants to know if you want apple juice or apple cider.” He mutters, his gray eyes flicking up over to you as you make your way over to the seat you were just at to finish your own cup. “Both, right?”

‘How did you know?’ You laugh, but nod in agreement. You watch as his fingers type away, the clicking of the keys filling back empty space. There's barely any sunlight coming through the closed blinds signifying that nightfall was almost here. You just now noticed Levi had gone ahead and turned off everything for you while you were getting ready.

The gut feeling you felt last week is back. There was a moment when Levi drove through the rolling hills, the golden rays of sunset lighting up his face. A moment of peace that washed over you as his soft gaze flitted over to you in the passenger seat for only a second, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

With a nervous sigh, you reach over and pull down his phone with one finger to get his attention. Instantly he looks at you with worry, his mouth downturned.

“Are you okay?”

‘I bet you love me.’

His eyebrows raise, a little surprised at your random question – at something so obvious that he worries even more that something is wrong.

“What’s this about?”

‘Humor me. I bet you love me.’

“You bet right.” He draws out, confusion lacing his tone. 

‘You have to answer a question now. Since I was right.’

“What do you want to know that you don’t already?” His eyes roll at you again, but he sets his phone and mug down and leans over on his elbows to watch you intently.

‘It’s a simple but very important question, I promise.’

“Tch, okay. Hit me.”

Your eyes are suddenly fixated on the fridge to the right of you, the heat of his stare making you shy. For a split second, you almost chicken out. With your heart in your throat, you feel as if you're going to choke as your pulse quickens. Can you do this? Were you ready for this? You were quite tired after today, maybe it's best saved for another day. These thoughts race loudly in your head, but the moment you look back up to meet Levi's gaze, they cease to a quiet murmur.

No, you're ready. And you can do this.

With your fingers laced together, you rest your chin on them and continue to look up at Levi's perplexed expression. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you're finally able to find your voice.

“Will… you marry… me, Levi?” Your voice is scratchy despite the honey tea you drank after your session. It's rough, and to you it's far from pretty. But the change in expression on Levi's face is almost worth it as he stares at you dazed. It's almost funny to see the physical reaction of his brain comprehending what just happened, like a computer crashing and rebooting.

He's reaching over the counter suddenly and cupping your face in his calloused hands. He holds you there as his wide eyes bounce back and forth between yours. You fight back a laugh, your lips pinched together and quivering.

“Do that again. Say my name again.” The urgency in his voice is palpable.

“L…” You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to find your voice yet again. It's hard, but you try again anyway. “Levi.” It comes out brittle this time, leaving an uncomfortable pain in its wake.

“How did this happen?” His own voice sounds a little higher than before, and you have to bite back another laugh.

‘I've been working on it alongside my sessions with Foust.’ You've met your vocal quota for the day. Levi's hands stay cupped around your cheeks and he pulls you in until his soft lips touch yours again. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back, feeling the weight of your anxiety lift off your shoulders in an instant.

When he pulls away, his stare is conflicted and before you know it, he's released you and whips around the corner down the hallway. Dread inches its way into your chest where the anxiety was before as you realize he never answered your question. Did he need a moment? Did he even hear what you asked? The shock may have been too much. Your teeth bite into the inside of your cheek as you watch the dark hallway nervously.

A few seconds later, he emerges from the shadows with red creeping from his neck up into his face. He's flustered and holding something small in his hand. It takes you a moment to register what it was, and when you do, you jump to your feet to meet him halfway.

He doesn’t hesitate to open it to you though his fingers tremble ever so slightly. Inside are two golden rings, interlocked together. A small oval ruby sits surrounded by metal vines beset by smaller white diamonds in the shape of leaves. It's simple yet elegant. Your eyes snap up to his, no doubt as big as saucers.

Not only is this ring breathtaking, it's also groundbreaking to you. You've seen this ring box around since before you both had moved in together. It's been in the closet collecting dust, so of course you didn't think anything of it. He's had this ring for a long time, sitting right under your nose.

‘How long were you planning to propose?’

“For a while now. I just didn't know when would be a good time.” He carefully takes out the one with the red ruby and holds it up to you. The kitchen lights glimmer off the smooth surface reflecting red against his fingers. “I can't believe you beat me to it, though.” So he did hear you.

‘I wasn't planning to do it tonight, but I just had a feeling.’

“You never cease to amaze me, you know that?” He leans over to place the ring box onto the side table behind him, then turns to you. Then he does something you've only ever seen in movies – Levi gets down on one knee and the ring out to you.

“Um. I'm not good with things like this. But I just want you to know that I love you. And I've never been more prepared to spend my life with someone, if you'll have me. Will you marry me?” His eyes look away for a second before focusing back on you. Even though you had pretty much said yes when you asked first, he still seemed so nervous.  

To see Levi in such a mess like this in front of you makes that laugh you held back burst forth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Speechless again, you reach your hand out to him and just like that, he slides the ring on your finger with ease.

“I- uh, borrowed one of your rings to get it resized.” He mutters as you stare at it curiously. “So, that's a yes right?” Even though you took the ring, you can still hear the anxiety in his voice.

‘Of course, dummy.’ You laugh again before pulling him up on his feet by his collar and into you for another kiss, this time deeper and full of the love that you have for this man. When you pull away, you can't help but stare at the metal hugging your ring finger.

“It was my mom’s, she insisted on me having it. I think she knew.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into him, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face. “I suppose we should call her tomorrow, yeah?”

You nod sharply, your smile hurting your cheeks, but you don't care. All you feel right now is the same peace you felt last week and excitement for the future ahead. You didn't want anyone else. 

“Say it again?”

“Levi.” He leans in again, hand still on your face as he presses his lips against your once more. There have been many shared kisses since you both became official but this one felt different. You didn't have the words for it, but it was miles away from being bad.

Levi's phone vibrating loudly on the counter disturbs the comfortable silence and you can only sigh. You almost forgot that you had somewhere to be and are reminded by the caller ID flashing your sister's name. In Levi fashion, he ignores it but he does pull away to look at you with a grimace.

“So who’s telling them?” 

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